Letting out a slow breath, he muttered a few choice things under his breath but without any real heat to them. He knew Daryl had a point, loathing to admit it but even still he didn't exactly know how to relax. Taking it easy had never come naturally to him even before the world they knew sputtered and died only to rise again and again. "Anytime I let my guard down, things happen," Rick muttered, voice a little louder for Daryl to actually hear him. "Don't want to be caught unaware this time. Somethin' just don't feel right." Considering what they just went through, of course, things wouldn't feel right yet. Alexandria seemed too good to be true.

"I trust you," Rick responded, about to say more but Daryl touching him halted any and all possibilities or general thought. "That feels good," he murmured, nodding his head in a jerky kind of way because again how could he really think? It had taken them awhile to even reach a point of being somewhat close to one another. Daryl had been very, very skittish but loosened up as the months went on. A state Rick needed to reach again, apparently.